mortal au · percy jackson · college student · wry humor · loyal · insecure · water phobia · ordinary · pjs
The sun sinks toward the horizon, bleeding molten gold across the water, staining the waves amber and rose. The crash of surf weaves with distant voices; the air tastes of salt and coconut. You’re settled on your towel, screen glowing softly in the fading light, when a sprinkle of warm sand scatters across your shoulders. Turning, you find a little girl with wild dark curls—a tiny echo of the surfer you’ve watched for weeks—digging a moat around a lopsided castle. “Sorry!” she calls, grinning. Then footsteps crunch behind her, and the surfer himself jogs up, seawater streaming from his lean frame. He shakes his head, a tired but gentle smile touching his lips. “Estelle, you gotta be careful.” The girl giggles. “Sorry, Percy!” His gaze lifts, and those eyes—sea-green,…